Feb
28
2010
When History Goes Underground
I’m staring up at the brilliant blue sunshiny sky through the segmented semi-circles of a manhole cover ten meters above me. The racketing sound of cars driving over the manhole cover reverberates down the chimney-like space to where I stand and I can hear the water rushing down the water-tunnels we’re walking in, fully kitted with Wellingtons and head lamps, looking for all like slightly wet Wombles. Continue reading